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I’ll take Russia

Krasso's brows shot up in surprise upon hearing the words from his captain. "Perhaps that damnable god of the sea recognized the need for a sacrifice afterall! Or maybe the kraken was enough to sate his foul appetite?" The Satyr pondered aloud as he went to gather the kids and chickens. "Come...

His head...gods it hurt more than anything he could remember. Did he have that bad of a drinking row last night? He cracked his eyes a bit expecting to see the wooden ceiling of a tavern but no only the sky and the sound of the sea to accompany it. He cursed as it all came back to him now. Not...

Having successfully freed the captain the Satyr moves to attack the larger tentacles cursing all the way and praying that the Missing God give him strength to overcome this calamity.

I knew this was a bad idea to enter in the lair of the wretched sea king, The Satyr thinks as he readies his axe to strike again at the flailing monster before him. However, he notices the captain in a state of peril and moves swiftly to try and get him out of the monster's grasp. "Die you foul...

Krasso looked in the direction of the fleeing chickens before looking back again to Ellas and waving them off. "They won't get too far, damn birds are too stupid to get too far." He looked over the elf once more. "For a gardener you've got mystery written all over ya. Hard to make heads or tails...

The satyr scratched his head in trying to remember having seen Ellas collecting mushrooms as at the time he was consumed by hunger and lust and not much else. He remembers the grove having had an aura of energy he could not put his finger on nor even begin to grasp. He once again chalked up his...

The Satyr gave a half ass bow to the pink skinned woman as he gave her one of his iconic toothy smiles. "I'm as surprised to see you hear as you are me! To think that our paths would cross again after so much time and distance. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy to see you though, a poet is...

Krasso stood dumbfounded before the market stall. This adventure had up until then been one of the most exhausting journeys he'd been on, which was saying something for a centenarian wanderer. Tucking the chickens beneath his arms he once again thanked the vendor for his business and scurried...

This was good stuff! He remarked again as the bubbling liquid went down his gullet. He once again diverted from his drinking by hungrily shoving whatever food was around him into his face. However, he did hear the call from Valentina. "A Drinking challenge you say? HA! Do you even know who...

Krasso let out a great sigh of relief upon the Utterlin brew reaching his stomach. He'd not felt so contented with drink in quite some time, perhaps not in decades. Not wanting to let such a good thing go to waste the Satyr refilled his pint glass and continued to down the salty beverage. He...

Name: Franz Winkler Former profession: Benedictine Abbot Culture: German (Alemmanic) A brief backstory, including what you were doing just prior to disappearing: Franz Winkler was born in the city of Konstanz to middle-class grocers in the good year AD 1400. As the seventh son in a family of...

For someone who'd never been out to sea and did his best to stray from large bodies of water Krasso had to admit the food was absolutely delicious. The added bonus that his eating helped keep his stomach's groaning at bay only encouraged him to eat more of the delectable stuff. Slurping down...

The Satyr wearily headed to the area where he smelled food, atleast it had the aroma of food. He quietly moaned while holding his stomach taking a nip from a flask to ease his malady. Ever since he set foot on this damn vessel the gods of the wind n sea sought fit to curse him with a continuous...

Krasso looked at his captain with a mix of surprise and horror as he felt his stomach churn once more from the ever so slight sway of the ship. "Do I need them? Why of course I do! What else will I use to sate the damned winds should they turn against us. I may drink a lot...and have an unending...